| Lyrics: | Is he gone? Can you imagine? He asked me to marry him.
Me? The wife of that borish,
brainless...)
Madame Gaston,
can't you just see it?
Madame Gaston,
his
little wife.
No, sure, not me
I guarantee it.
I want much more then this provincial
life.
I want adventure in the great wide somewhere
I want it more then I can
tell
and for once it might be grand
to have someone understand
I want so much more
then they've got planned |